to Valentina Serova
The cup of death goes round the table
Each of us waits his turn to to die.
We're always conscious that it's coming.
They don't know when, and nor do I.
If I am blind to how you treat me.
It's not because I cannot see.
It is because, around the table,
The cup comes round again towards me!
1945
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